Let the Train take the Strain

Let the Train take the Strain by Mike A
Let the Train take the Strain

Jennifer hated trains. It was always the same. Confusion. Queuing. Waiting. Those dreadful smells, the pushing for seats and struggling with luggage into economy. First class was always empty. The Edinburgh bound 125 sat motionless at Kings Cross as she eventually found her seat amongst the morass of humanity.

Spreading a newspaper on the table, she let one hand drift under the table
and up her short blue skirt to touched her panty vee. She rubbed gently, looking at her fellow commuters to see no one was watching. It felt so good. Jennifer relaxed her legs, letting them drift apart. She wanted to wee. Her fingers started to prise away the elastic. There was something about doing it in public that had always turned her on. Orgasming without anyone knowing. She pressed harder into her panties and felt her lips becoming moist through the thin cotton. There was her clitoris. She rubbed gently around it whilst trying to pretend she was reading the paper on her lap. She knew it was wrong but couldn’t help feeling so nice. The damp patch in her panties spread through the cotton, making it easier to manipulate. Lips parting. Oh God it was wonderful.

The train began to move. "Would you mind?" said an English voice above her. Jennifer quickly removed her hand from beneath the paper to see a well-dressed man looking down. "I believe that’s my seat". She looked at her ticket and then at the reserved slip on the back. "I’m so sorry, I’ve got the wrong one" said Jennifer, immediately moving to grab her bags from the overhead compartment. "That’s OK, no problem" replied the man.

For a moment, she could feel his crotch as he pushed past her bottom into the seat. "You can sit here if you’d rather" he said, watching her thin waist stretching for the racks. Jennifer paused for a second. It was tempting but she seriously needed to come.

Cumming was what Jennifer lived for. But it wasn’t the same to do it behind closed doors in private. Straight sex with blokes was OK but there were too many added complications - and no-one she‘d met had ever been able to give the intense feelings she got from her own stimulation. Her mantra was a well-worn cliche but remained "if you want a job doing right, do it yourself".



Dumping her bags opposite, she opened the door and entered, closed and locked it quickly. Her left hand pressed against the frosted glass as her right shot straight between her legs. Massaging and caressing herself, Jennifer stood with her legs apart, eyes closed and shaved pussy wet to the touch. Her legs went wider and she gasped softly. After a moment she hitched up her skirt, pulled the pale blue matching panties to her knees then sat on the loo, heart beating. She knew this was going to be good as she had rather unusually not touched herself for about 3 days on purpose in anticipation of the train journey.

Cumming in public places was a hobby that did not appear on her CV but was what she loved most. Planes, phone boxes, restaurants, football games. She had even tossed off inside a wardrobe found in a huge antique warehouse once after seeing it done in a Woody Allen film. These were all separate thrills, but the toilet of a 125 was her favourite. Perhaps it was the smell of diesel or the danger of all those people so close.

Making herself comfortable, Jennifer leaned back and eased her skirt up towards her waist, opening her long legs wide. She caressed one breast through her pale cream blouse whilst lifting the hem of her skirt up. She felt the nipple inside her lacy bra hardening and rolled it between thumb and forefinger and despite her attempt at silence, let go a gentle gasp.

Jen loved touching herself so always made sure of two things. She wore skirts in public to allow easy access and always shaved closely. The shaving often ended in orgasm. With all the stimulation, there was now a familiar gooey feeling between her legs. Easing her panties from thighs down to high heels, Jenny then took the skirt hem in one hand whilst tracing a right middle finger down across her tummy. Softly, gently to touch her clitoris.

The wetness increased and she carefully spread open the flaps of her pussy with two fingers, pushing her legs wider and running her middle finger up and down her gaping hole. The feeling was electric helped by the train’s vibration. Feeling guilty but so nice, she thought about the good-looking guy she had just seen. Was there a damp patch on the seat she had left? That thought made Jenny rub a little more.

She looked at the face in the mirror and with a left hand pulled long blonde tresses away. The circular motions she was making between her legs made the lips of her mouth drop open. Jen slowed the movements a little, eyelids drooping with pleasure, wanting to make the moment last. She was unable to stop now. It was too nice. Caressing the inside tops of her legs with both hands she looked back at her reflection, observing the lust in her eyes. Then sitting back on the toilet, she used both middle fingers of her left hand to part her cunt lips and looked down inside her pink pleasure hole.
It was leaking love juice through the folds, soft and inviting. She held her lips wide for a moment then slowly teasing her clitoris out gently moved a carefully manicured index finger around it. She closed her eyes and felt the shocks of pleasure between her legs begin to cause the familiar dribble of moisture onto busy fingers. Time to get serious.

Letting go reluctantly, she reached down into her handbag next to the loo and pulled out a small vibrator. Easing up on the seat Jennifer inserted the tip between the folds of her labia then carefully turned the dial.

Vibrations began. Oh, she felt so lovely. Miniskirt getting in the way. Holding the material to her tummy and moving the tip against the edge of her opening she teased herself, imagining the full feeling she was about to experience. Then she eased the tool gently into herself. It slid deeply against the walls of her moistened vagina as Jenny felt it’s ribbing tickling and pulsating, whilst watching her own wild eyes in the mirror opposite. Deeper. Fuller. In and Out. "Oooh, ooooh, woah... ahh".

Jen caught her face in the mirror and looked at the open mouth and expression of ecstasy. As she moved the vibrator deep with her right hand, the left strayed from her clitoris and under the toilet seat to her anus, poking a finger into her tight crinkled hole. She eased the finger deeper into her bottom with a circling motion that created intense waves of pleasure she knew would lead to only one result. "Oh, ohh, oooh."

She started to Cum. Being an expert at preserving the feeling, she stopped playing with her bottom and withdrew the vibrator, teasing it around the lips of her vagina. She stroked the tip, feeling moisture on its hard surface but then let an right index finger stray back to the edge of her clit, a long red nail straying lightly around her engorged love button. She was on the edge of a massive orgasm. At that moment the train carriage vibrated as it crossed a set of points.

She couldn’t hold back. The beautiful girl succumbed to temptation and buried the vibrator deep into her hole. The shock waves of pleasure hit. Jan arched her back as the pleasurable spasms she needed took hold.


"Oh, Ohh, Ohhhh God". Jenny held open her vaginal lips and continued to touch herself very gently as the orgasm took hold. Trembling in complete ecstasy, her long legs splayed out as the vibrator rubbed deep inside her. Jennifer felt herself transported in a way no one else on that train could ever be. She drifted onto a pink moist cloud of pure pulsating pleasure, the centre of which was her protruding love button which once again had rewarded her attention with a mind bending experience.

Her body pushed upwards off the toilet, the initial orgasm causing her to
arch into the air. For a moment the climax had the girl in it’s grip as the humming vibrations turned her world into an intense whirlpool of gooey delight. She dropped slowly back towards the seat but then managed to
sink a middle finger deeply into her bumhole. This caused Jen to shudder upwards again with a shock of intense pleasure as the long nail scraped the inside of her anus. "Oooooooowhhh...." Again she sank down, but concentrating on her clitoris again rubbed and coaxed another gorgeous spasm that bent her up off the seat in ecstasy.

Finally the multiple climaxes subsided. Drifting back down to earth, Jennifer felt one last pleasurable shudder and pee’d a little over her hand as she removed the vibrator from her vagina and the finger from her anus. Really good climaxes had that effect on her. She took a moment to breathe and relax before reaching for the toilet roll. She dabbed carefully between her legs, still rubbing when it was not really necessary. She cleaned the vibrator carefully, washing it in the sink and replacing it in the special zipped section of her handbag.

Jenny pulled up her panties and adjusted the short skirt, spent some time tending to her make-up and returned to find herself a seat across the aisle from the guy she’d met earlier. He looked up and smiled as Jennifer sat and crossed her legs carefully under the table, which she noticed with some satisfaction he took note of.

"I was starting to get worried" he said. Jennifer looked carefully at him. Did he suspect? "Ladies like to look their best" she replied carefully. He raised his left eyebrow with the kind of knowing smile that could set a girl on edge. "That’s ok, I’d expect nothing less".

He knows. He does. She closed both eyes for a moment and squeezed her thighs, feeling the dampness between her legs, then looked away at the fields rushing
by wondering why the wedding ring she’d seen on his finger before was suddenly no longer there.